The phallic structure in the background may need some explanation
That over there is the museum’s most prized exhibit – one of Russia’s most terrifying weapons for quite a while.

It’s one of the so-called ‘death trains’, a perfectly normal-looking freight train which contains a fully autonomous ICBM (intercontinental ballistic missile launcher), each capable of wiping out several cities anywhere in the world.

The ‘death trains’ were declassified and pulled out of service in 2001, probably much to the Americans relief – tracking them was an impossibility among thousands of similar-looking cars on tens of thousands of kilometers of Russia’s railroads, making them one of the world’s stealthiest weapons platforms.

*to be continued*

The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…

An alley – interestingly, between two kindergartens.
I wonder why they have two kindergartens in the same block.

Kirill’s elevator

View from Kirill’s windows

Picked him up and we went off to our old school…

Schoolyard

Aw bummer!
The bastards change the number of the school!

Boo. It used to be School #33 when we went there, clearly a much cooler number

(the reason the number was changed is because it was amalgamated with another school nearby. The reason that had to be so might not be too hard to guess – with Russia’s birth rates dropping catastrophically in the 1990’s, there’s simply not enough students to keep many schools open)

*to be continued*

The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…

Used to be the Music room (as the art outside it suggests), now it’s History
The art in the school, where it still remains, is by my art teacher whom I didn’t like; he’s been dead for years now however

Hallway
I didn’t think much when taking that picture, but now that I look at it…it scares me how much shit happened within the radius of just a few meters of where that picture was taken from. I’m not even gonna try to describe it all.

Suffice to say – I broke my leg just off to the right of this picture. And see that glass in the door? It didn’t used to be transparent, more translucent – until I broke it. Then there’s the dreaded math room on the left hand side. I can’t begin to say how much shit happened there. From fistfights to telling off tyrannical teachers to escaping various chases.

Oto had a very tough school experience – I don’t like to brag, but I was very likely this school’s top student that was never was actually top because some teachers outright hated me. That’s not paranoia, that’s just an individualistic student who would stand up to teachers in a system that was frequently Soviet and didn’t like individualism. I argued with teachers incessantly. I was bullied and would frequently be forced to defend myself physically. At the same time I had a streak of successes in a number of city-wide competitions in several subjects.

But I loved the school at the same time. There was a number of outstanding teachers whom I owe more to than anyone besides perhaps my family. There I met my best friends and had some frankly awesome times. And I mean hell – I have to give this place its due. Thanks to this and other ‘tough life’ experiences, I’m a much more balanced and pragmatic person today. It taught me to be mature and stand up for myself, instead of being some emo pile of goo

Geography classroom through that glass I once broke
Seems like some wall posters migrated here from the former Civil Defense class which is now the school’s only computer lab (using shamefully outdated PCs)

Same door

*to be continued*

The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…